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Mentioned: Lucky [@Lovely Complex]
[hr][/center]Thankful for having saved a good amount of her monthly allowance given to her by her parents, Fawn was able to afford the stuff needed to make a small batch of cookies. If people knew of her situation they would probably question why she would waste money on such things when she should be saving it for the necessities. 

In Fawn’s mind though, this was a necessity. Properly thanking the people who saved her and protected her at the party was a necessity and for Fawn this was the best way for her to thank them. She didn’t have anything else worthwhile and would never be able to properly thank them with words… no she was too timid to ever do that. So she settled on homemade cookies.

Fawn began to create the delicious treats, using the few kitchen items she had obtained over the years to mix the different ingredients. Dry separate from the wet at first before combining the two all while the oven is warming up. After adding the chocolate chips Fawn got out the only cookie tray she had, which was a tiny one only able to fit about six cookies at a time on it. Meaning she’d have to do two batches, which would be okay with her. It wasn’t like she had much to do that night other than make the cookies. 

After the first batch was out and cooled she put them on a plate and got the second one cooking. Taking out some ribbon and small plastic baggies, Fawn began bagging the cookies. Once fitting three in one back she took the small blue ribbon she had and tied it around the top of the bag, making it secure and right so no cookie could fall out. 

The feeling of someone stepping up onto the trailer’s small step and shifting the small trailer caused the small girl to freeze. Quickly putting the bag of cookies she had just finished bagging into the drawer besides her, Fawn turned to face the door as it swung open revealing what appeared to be her [i]intoxicated[/i] mother. The woman smirked at her daughter causing a chill to run up her spine, Fawn knew that look anywhere. Her parents had just had a fight and her mother was here to take it out on her, all she could do was hope it hadn’t been too awful of a fight.

Watching as her mother shut the door and began to make her way to her, Fawn kept her eyes mainly on the woman’s lips. If there was anything her mother hated more than the cops it was Fawn not answering her right away when spoken to, deaf or not.

[color=808000][b]“Well, well, well… what do we have here. [i]Little Red[/i] making cookies.[/b][/color] Her mother made the movement of what Fawn guessed was her laughing as she came and picked up one of the three cookies not packed into the bag she had hidden. Biting into it Fawn watched as her mother’s face actually looked surprised, like she didn’t think Fawn would be capable of making cookies. But when her mother noticed Fawn was watching her closely she spit out what she hadn’t swallowed and threw the rest of the cookie on the ground followed by the other two from the counter. 

Fawn stepped back in shock as her mother glared at her. [color=808000][b]“Look at the mess you made! Clean it up!”[/b][/color] She shouted. Fawn stared at her mother in slight shock. She instantly regretted that though as that split second of staring at her mother instead of doing what she was told just ended with her being [i]‘punished’[/i]. 

When Fawn hadn’t immediately acted to clean up the broken cookies off the ground, her mother forced her to the ground by grabbing Fawn’s hair at the roots and yanking down. Fawn had to move with the force to keep from any hair possibly being pulled out, the force caused her to fall to her knees. Despite the tears building from the pain Fawn kept her face void of emotion, blinking the tears away as she quickly picked up the pieces of cookie throwing them in the trash. She then wet a small towel down and used it to collect the crumbs the best she could and wipe up the chocolate smeared on the floor. 

Upon completing the cleaning Fawn went to stand back up but was stopped when her mother grabbed her forearm… tightly. Freezing, Fawn slowly turned to look at her mother who was kneeling in front of the oven looking in on the currently baking cookies with an evil glint in her eye. 

[color=808000][b]“Now [i]Little Red[/i]. Did you really think that would be your only punishment for being such a clutz and making a mess. What a shame. Besides, it’s not like these cookies can go on surviving, who knows who you’d feed them to and try to poison. Let us take care of both at once why don’t we.”[/b][/color]

Pulling Fawn forcibly closer to her, her mother swung the oven open and smirked at her daughter before forcing Fawn’s left hand down on the hot cookie tray and cooking cookies. The pain was almost immediate as the part of her left hand that came in contact with the cookie tray began to be burned. The oven had been heated to 400 °F and with the amount of time the cookies had been in the oven and the laws of thermodynamics well the tray had to be close to if not the same temperature. 

Unable to help it Fawn let out a yelp and a few tears escaped her eyes causing her own mother to laugh, the vibrations of said laugh felt due to how close her mother was to her. Ten agonizing seconds later her mother finally let go of Fawn’s arm allowing her to bring the arm to her chest immediately. The small girl jumping and rushing to the sink, turning on room temperature water and rinsing the hot, burning cookie stuck to her off her skin while also giving the burn a bit of relief. 

Grabbing Fawn’s chin tightly in her hand, her mother turned her head towards her. [color=808000][b]“I hope you learned your lesson [i]Little Red[/i]. Repeat any of these mistakes again and maybe next time it will be the little pretty face of yours.”[/b][/color] Her mother pat her on the cheek, hard, before leaving Fawn alone in her trailer once again. 

Fawn sank down to the floor holding her arm close to her but being careful not to let anything touch the burn as she let tears escape her eyes freely. The only thing that brought her hope for the next day was the fact she had saved three cookies from her mother’s terror. That meant she could at least thank one of the boys who had helped her and she knew which one she would thank.

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Assured and motivated by True’s texts from the night before that it was the right move. Fawn made her way through the school towards the boys’ locker room, thankful not many people were at school quite yet. But also thankful the one boy that mattered at the moment was. 

Stopping short of the hallway with the door to the boys’ locker room Fawn could feel her heart rate increase. It was never something she’d ever think about doing, sneaking into the locker room of the opposite sex. Just the thoughts of some things she could see made her red in the face and nothing below the belt line were part of those thoughts. 

Part of her wanted to chicken out but the little deer knew this was the only way to ensure her thank you got to the right person. So she began to go towards the door, each step she took made her heart beat harder and her face just a bit redder. Finally, while holding her breath, Fawn opened the door and slipped in. 

Looking around she was thankful that no one was in the locker room, but she didn’t know how long that would last and she’d have no warning since she couldn’t hear anyone coming. So she began to try and find the right stuff. 

Not wanting to dig around in everyone’s stuff, Fawn looked for something she felt was… recognizable. It took some time but she eventually found some things that seemed to be calling to her almost so she went to them. Only having to move one thing to ensure it was the right person, Fawn grabbed the bag of cookies out of her own bag glad to see it was still in tact, the cookies were not crumbling, and the note still attached. Smiling slightly Fawn put the small bag of 3 cookies in the bag in front of her. 

Fawn then quickly hurried out of the locker room, needing to go find somewhere to change the bandages on her left hand. All the while hoping her note got what she wanted across. The note read:

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